Suicide Kings Lyrics - Ferociously Stoned - Cherry Poppin Daddies

I don't like your tone 

You sound confused 

Because your ma said I was born to lose 

I smoke my menthols and sport my rings 

She don't like me running with my posse, the Suicide Kings 

Baby, freaky toy girl don't you crack you whip on me 

Yeah yeah yeah, girl don't you crack the whip on me 

I'll take you from your home 

And give you what you want in a man 

I got skin skin smooth as chrome 

I'll get you stickier than strawberry jam 

So don't you cross me or get sly 

I'm an American insensitive guy 

And I don't give a rat's ass 

About polite society or questions of class 

Leave a sexy corpse live fast and die young 

This is what i want to do 

I'm destiny's child, ride free or die 

With suicide superstar cool 

The wind is cold the times so hard 

You've got to live before you're chucked in the sod 

It's all a hustle out on the street 

Black leather gimme tougher skin 

So that I can compete 

Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip 

Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip 

Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip 

Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip